Shaver asked his son while absently moving to probe my cunt with his fingertips. “Well, show the boy your tits,” he ordered, finishing his cigarette and stamping it out in an expensive black ashtray. Xxnx “22, please,” I responded in a tight voice. Pick that skirt up while you’re at it.”
I did as he asked, slowly, reluctantly…every part of me feeling awkward and confused. Here I was, the scent of my pussy permeating the confines of the elevator, surrounded by strange men. “Would that be all, sir?”
“No, actually,” he replied, looking up from his papers. His eyes brushed over my chest and back to my face. Looking away, I couldn’t keep the blush from my cheeks. An extension. I kept my eyes forward, trying to keep an expression off my face while meeting the eyes of Mr.
